Over the years, I’ve noticed a quiet shift within myself. I’ve become less concerned with being a consumer and more drawn to living a simpler, more intentional life. It’s not that I’ve sworn off possessions or comforts — it’s just that I’ve started asking deeper questions.
Do I really need this?
Does it add value? Is this about becoming a minimalist, or about releasing the things — and sometimes the people — that no longer serve a purpose in my life?
Minimalism often gets packaged as a trendy aesthetic: clean counters, neutral tones, empty closets. But for me, it’s not about owning as little as possible. It’s about owning what matters. It’s about recognising that needless things — physical or emotional — weigh us down in ways we don’t always realise.
And the truth is, “needless” looks different for everyone.
What brings meaning or joy to one person might be noise to another.
For me, something becomes needless if it no longer enriches my life — if it isn’t useful, supportive, or aligned with who I’m becoming. That could be an item collecting dust on a shelf, or a relationship that leaves me feeling drained.
Letting go is often framed as loss, but I’ve come to see it as spaciousness. It’s not about rejecting the world or living with austerity.
It’s about creating room
For peace,
For purpose,
For the things that truly feed the soul.
In the end, simplicity is not a lack of something. It’s a deeper presence with everything.
Realisation is Knowledge 